Krisdo pouted, and looked away from the mirror without hesitation. She had more important things to do.

The restricted area of ​​the library is very quiet, probably because few students visit it all year round. The books on the bookshelves exude an ancient and quiet atmosphere, and the words on the spines are dazzling and inadvertently captivating.Christo raised her head, her eyes searched back and forth among the bookshelves, and carefully avoided those gaudy, restless and strange books.In the end, her gaze stayed on an area, and a little bit of light from the window slit solidified with the dust in the air. The book body exudes strange ripples, and the dust rises and falls, like piano keys.She carefully selected a book, and carefully flipped through the table of contents—none, she patiently flipped through a few more books before she got close to the answer she wanted.She saw it all at once, and couldn't help but take a deep breath—it was a professor, definitely a professor, such a profound spell, it was impossible for students to understand it, no, it was impossible to have the opportunity to understand it at this stage.It is absolutely impossible to be Professor Snape. Potions are much safer than spells. You don’t need to speak, you don’t need to be supervised secretly, and you can control the attack time, unless Professor Snape is under control—— Chris rolled her eyes , she must be possessed by a giant monster to think so.

So who is it?Christo passed by that classroom with a heavy heart, pressed the inconspicuous portrait on the wall, and was suddenly pulled out.She walked a few steps with her head down, and almost bumped into someone. A pungent garlic smell suddenly stimulated her nerves, and Professor Chino supported her.

"No, be safe, Miss MacMillan," stammered Professor Chino, with a pale, pitiful face under his wide hood.Christo turned away in disgust.

"Hi, Professor Chino." She tried to make her voice as polite as possible.

"Yes, well—I've had a good time recently, no—actually not—it's not very good." Professor Chino said and took another step forward, raising his hands tremblingly, the crumpled robe It's about to touch Christo's face.

Christo's eyes widened suddenly, and she took a step back almost without hesitation, only then did she notice that Professor Chino's turban was purple!Purple, among all the professors, except Professor Chino, never had any such bright purple attire.She clasped the wand around her waist tightly, staring at him like a formidable enemy.Professor Chino was so pitiful that he almost burst into tears: "Miss McMillan, are you—I heard many students say—that you—are you afraid of me?"

Christo stared at him stubbornly, she really didn't have the slightest affection for him.

Professor Chino approached step by step, his arm slightly raised, Christo caught a glimpse of his magic wand stuck in his pocket, and suddenly, her heart was beating like a drum, and she felt that her whole scalp was shaking. The toes are tense.

"Oh, dear Christo—" Professor Chino showed a pale smile, "Do you really—or do you need me—"

"That kid from Gryffindor!" A moderate shout echoed throughout the empty corridor.

Christo looked around in panic: "Porgy, where are you?"

"Here!" A person suddenly appeared in the old man's portrait, and he put his hands on the old man's shoulders in a very angry manner, showing an arrogant expression, "Professor Chino, the weather is really nice today, but—— —Professor Snape said that Miss McMillan seemed to have forgotten that she was going to be in his office today for labor punishment."

"Ah!" Christo screamed at the right time, "My God! I forgot!" She stomped her feet angrily, and said to Professor Chino with an apologetic expression, "Professor, what's the matter?" Say it again—Professor Snape must be very angry! I—" She grabbed herself hard, and finally the pitiful look on her face prevailed over Professor Chino.She bowed and sprinted in the direction of Slytherin, and soon, she turned the corner and leaned against the wall, gasping for breath.

"Hi! Gryffindor kid!" Porgy stood in the portrait calmly and patted his wizard robe, "What did you do to Professor Chino——I remembered, that day, it was Chino who Professor Noo—”

"I know!" Christo interrupted impatiently, "Let me go to a crowded place first—he, believe it or not, just pulled out his wand!"

"Okay, little girl, don't worry—Professor Chino is most afraid of Professor Snape. Every time he talks to Snape, he trembles—I saw it with my own eyes. As for the one just now, Coward, it is impossible for him to attack the students, I guess, he must have thought about the spider web on your head, did you see that mirror, is it not bad?"

He turned a few turns in his words, and Christo was a little dizzy. She stretched out her hand and tore off the cobwebs stuck to her hair, and asked in confusion, "What did you say? Garlic Afraid of Professor Snape?"

"That's right—almost many students have noticed that Professor Quirrel of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class is timid, pitiful, submissive, and always restrained by the aura of Head Slytherin. Don't say you Didn't find it!"

"Of course not, I'm not in the mood to pay attention to that garlic." Kristo muttered softly.

Poggy ignored her reaction and asked curiously: "Come on, tell me, what did you see in the mirror?" The corners of his lips had unconsciously hooked onto his entire cheek.Christo glanced at him warily: "It's just like me."

"Now?" Porgy's eyes widened.

Chris nodded more, showing a very puzzled look, as if asking the question whether the rabbit is not a rabbit.

Porgy was shocked: "Many years! There hasn't been such a person for many years-Little Christo, do you know what that mirror can make people see?"

"What?" Kristo blinked.

"See your truest desire."

Christo had never felt that Porgy was so unreliable.Even when she promised to keep it secret, she still slipped her mouth, she didn't think it was so unreliable.Christophe McMillan's true desire is not to grow taller, not to be a master of potions, not to live with Lockhart forever, not to live freely, but to fight?

Christo couldn't believe this, and she didn't scoff at it just because she thought it was just Porgy playing tricks on her.After returning to the common room, Christo originally planned to tell Hermione and the others about her speculation, but Ron insisted that it was Professor Snape who did it—"How could it be Professor Chino, he It seems—" He seemed to be unable to find a better adjective, but simply said it was impossible, and Harry, in front of such pale testimony, actually nodded without hesitation, her good Hermione, smart Hermione also Immediately agree.Although Hermione was still skeptical, the attitude of the two boys made Crystal never want to say anything to them again.

Christo soon found out that the trio had "abandoned" her, and they ran to the library all day without calling her once.She sometimes ran into them in the hall, and found that they had been discussing extremely enthusiastically, but disappeared without a trace as soon as they found her, greeted her bluntly, and left in a hurry. She hesitated to speak, but was dragged away by Ron.

Kristo thought she had done nothing wrong, and in this case—she could pretend nothing happened, as long as they didn't slander her dear professor face to face.She spent more time with Ernie, listening to Ernie tell interesting stories about her childhood.She had a happy childhood, a happy family, and the love of her parents made her brother Ernie a little jealous.Since knowing her true identity, Christo has been writing letters to her family, but she doesn't know what to say at all.Ernie's words made her feel the warmth of home, and she agreed without hesitation to Ernie's invitation to go home together for Christmas. A clumsy elf who thinks he is extremely clever but actually always plays tricks, wants to spend Christmas with his parents.She was vaguely expecting.

There are still three days until Christmas, and Hogwarts students are on vacation.There was a lot of snow that day, and the whole castle seemed to have fallen into a large cloud, and there was soft white snow everywhere.Christo wore a red fox velvet scarf, and at the top of the scarf was a cute fox head, which rubbed against her little face from time to time.Still, her face was flushed red from the cold.While she was standing at the bottom of Gryffindor Tower waiting for Ernie, she happened to meet Harry and Ron who were seeing Hermione off.

Harry greeted awkwardly: "Christopher, I didn't know you were going back too."

Amber was flapping her wings behind Christo, holding a small package in her mouth, and looked at him with disdain with her big eyes.Harry scratched his head, not knowing what to say, because Christo just replied flatly, it's okay.Hermione smiled at Christo, she didn't seem to notice that there was something unusual in the atmosphere - Ron kept his head down, crunching on the snow on the ground.

"Hey, Harry, Ron, why don't you ask Crystal?" Hermione said suddenly.

Ron raised his head with a bang, with a slightly angry look on his face: "Hermione! You can't say that she is on Snape's side—"

Hermione waved her hand and said complainingly, "Ron, don't do this! I bet you can't read it even if you spend the whole holiday in the library." They stared at each other like two opposing lions, and Kerry Stowe had no choice but to turn his gaze to Harry.

"What's wrong?" When she opened her mouth, a small cloud of white mist came out. She really couldn't be cold-hearted towards them.

Harry's hands seemed to be glued to his head, he kept scratching his black hair, the hairstyle that could barely be called neat had become messy, he said hesitantly: "Christopher, we want to know Who is Nicole Flamel?"

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